Illmac | Studio cypher w TEAMBACKPACK (prod. By Chase Moore)

Описание: Illmac gives us a Bar Fest and performs "Skipping Stones", the outro of his new project, Still Standing, live in the studio. Available now @ https://illmaculate.bandcamp.com/
Produced by Chase Moore | Directed by Nick Rodriguez |

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LYRICS:

I dont want to be famous, it's all an illusion
Dont wanna be part of a group or follow a movement
I threw out the blueprint, Im an improvement, I'm Karma, all consumin,
God body, chakras aligning in union
Every flaw u hide from everybody u usin, but everybody's usin everybody, if not you then ya probably useless
Highly amusing, this aint for the club, im finger painting in blood, drawing conclusions
Im awkward, i'm rude and not too into talking to humans, like what u want from me? honestly,
every song that I do is like skippin stones across the pacific or diggin to china carving w toothpicks
I'm not for the politics I'm withdrawn and reclusive
White label my vinyl and black market my music
Fuck a blog or a follow, need ya confidence boosted
over the net, I'm Mackinroe backhandin compliments to em bitch -
Flip the switch watch me stick and move, split decision ur wig, spit sm shit for u to ice Pick and choose
Do the math, long division proved you'd gasp if u saw my other half like magicians assistants do
disillusioned - fill an urn- pick off targets when confused... kill confirmed hit or misconstrued
I ate forbidden fruit from the tree of knowledge and stole Lillith from adam on the eve he had his rib removed
Dropping acid on Sour Patch Kids, sniffing Addi's, doing dabs, relaxing in OG flower patches
She falling, like grains of sand inside the hour glass, I'm the one, plug me in the Matrix bet the tower crashes
Rap game full of cowards, Iono how you lasted
Put the gun on your tongue for acting like a mouthy ratchet
Spreading rumors, spilling gossip, actin young like Andy Milanakis, shady n don't need Dre to have a guilty conscience
They think they in it for the long haul
Call their bluff, push the chips in let the cards fall
Never catch me slipping with my guard off
Now take a sip and let the tip of the cigar fall
On one, the plot thickens we high strung
My watch ticking, time is money, clock funds
This ambition ain't God given, they all sprinting, I jog with em, I'm equipped for the long run
My skin thicker, my pop's son so I fought young, got jumped, caught lumps, been robbed once
Seen call outs turn dial tones when the shots run
Fuck around and be worse off when the cops come
Ain't glorifying that sort of violence is mortifying
Mommas mourning, crying the name of the lord, the lord was silent
Of course we more defiant, sure that there's more to life than being poor and dying
Morning coffee with lawyers the court assigning
inside my skull's a thought bubble where I am home, but i dont know if im alone in this bio dome
I speak in code on a wired phone, the feds watching, wanna see me in a cell, im under their microscope
suicidal prone, use a blade to find my pulse, finger gun to my temple I fire chrome til my mind is blown
tie a rope around my neck, tighten noose, climb an oak, jump from the tree uproot it n leave a giant hole
mind control, u dont catch a line its fine I know, smtimes I go over heads just to light the bulb
Ayeatola on psycotropics, high as a skyscraper, live gator inside the boat that u tried to poach
can see inside your soul when my eyes are closed,
this is light exposed, this like mining coal and finding gold
deaths touch, gods love, so the cycle goes
Madussas stare, cupids arrow, zues's lightning bolt
the pilate stone, Osiris and Isis throne
the 3rd eye of horus, the trident poseidon holds
brainstorm until the climates cold, ice n snow,
skyful of flying a drones witnessin time unfold